Groovy greetings!
I’m a flower child of the 70s who traded in tie-dye for business suits and eventually stumbled upon my true calling as a dairy farmer.
In the days of peace, love, and rock ‘n’ roll, you could find me dancing barefoot at concerts or crafting dream catchers in my dorm room. The 70s molded me into a free spirit with a penchant for harmony and a love for all things groovy.
Fast forward to the corporate jungle, where I navigated the concrete wilderness as a corporate yuppie. Power suits replaced flower crowns, and boardrooms replaced campfires. It was a wild ride, but I discovered a unique set of skills and resilience along the way and always willing to break that glass ceiling.
Then, the winds of change blew me towards a greener pasture—literally. Now, I’ve found my sanctuary as a dairy farmer. Mornings, noon and night is fixing waterlines, navigating the next season, and daily learning that every planned minute will be upset with a crisis.
Life on the farm isn’t just about milking goats or gathering eggs. It’s a journey of self-discovery and purpose. I’ve embraced the earthy connection, sustainable living, and the joy of contributing to the wholesome goodness that is a glass of fresh milk.
My playlist? It’s a mix of classics from the 60s and 70s, 80s power ballads, and the soothing sounds of nature. The farm is my stage, and every day is a new opportunity to dance to the rhythm of the seasons.
As I cultivate the land and nurture my two legged and four legged companions, I’m excited about the future. There’s a certain magic in watching a seed grow into a mighty oak or witnessing the birth of a goat or the hatching of an egg. Who knew that a flower child could find such bliss in the simplicity of farm life?